About me

PROFILE:

I have been writing poetry and stories since I was a child, and a love of reading was instilled in me from an early age. I am passionate about writing, and hope you enjoy the books I have written. Whilst most of you sleep soundly in your beds, like many Parkinson’s patients, insomnia dictates, so during those hours that sleep eludes me, the house is tranquil and quiet, an atmosphere perfect to immerse myself in writing. My life has been a series of strange events, which have without doubt contributed to my creativity. To publish anything is to bear one’s soul to the world. It is to stand naked and let everyone see who you really are. I have poured my heart and soul out on paper and I hope to share this journey, immersing you in a story, capturing your attention and firing the imagination. Through my writing and public speaking I hope to bring greater awareness to the general public about living with chronic disease.

Friday, January 8, 2016

Busy patterns or solids?

It wasn’t till I was
sitting down waiting for lunch, that I realised I was wearing a white sweater.
Big mistake! For me, a plain white top is like an open invitation welcoming anything to be spilt on it. I remember my
mother’s practical advice of sticking to clothes that had busy patterns and
several colours which would hide most small stains. Her words of wisdom must
have penetrated deeply into my subconscious, for one glance at my wardrobe, and
not one solid coloured garment could be found. Instead I had an array of busy
prints infused with a myriad of colours. Looking at this kaleidoscope of
colours, I reminded myself in future to perhaps buy a piece of clothing in a
solid colour. Practical or not, it’s about time for a change hence a new sweater was purchased.

Likewise, I find as
soon as a clean cloth is put on our dining table, I know that something will be
spilt on it at the very next meal. Call it Murphy’s Law, or blame it on the
Parkinson’s, every tablecloth in this household seems to cry out for colourful
spots and stains. My cookery books display an equal amount of food colourings
from various spills over the years. It’s easy to tell which are my favourite
books and which pages contain the most successful and loved recipes from the
sheer amount of spots and greasy finger marks.

Last nightmy husband and I attended a yearly Gaucher
Conference for patients and I decided to wear a new sweater that is a solid
pale blue colour. Lovely I thought, till at dinner, (you can probably guess!) I
lost grip of my plate and the food in one swoop went sliding off onto the
table, on my sweater and landed on my lap! How did I manage this so gracefully,
and in a room full of people? Well I say “blame it on the Parkinson’s!”